Italy: a poem. With historical and classical notes |
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... pride ! Then shalt thou prove thine own humanity : He , the Immortal , who for mortals died , Here first felt human tears - here , heaved the sigh , As man with all his failings lived before his eye . X. Hark - how the hum of men in ...
... pride ! Then shalt thou prove thine own humanity : He , the Immortal , who for mortals died , Here first felt human tears - here , heaved the sigh , As man with all his failings lived before his eye . X. Hark - how the hum of men in ...
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... pride still rallies when the fit is past : The metamorphoses of life fled fast , And dream - like , -youth and age - he stands alone , And Wisdom now her rays might on him cast ; But slave to sense and habit he is grown : His soul's ...
... pride still rallies when the fit is past : The metamorphoses of life fled fast , And dream - like , -youth and age - he stands alone , And Wisdom now her rays might on him cast ; But slave to sense and habit he is grown : His soul's ...
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... pride ! All beauties in that shape beatified , Swelling the whole , make music to the eye , The music of expression ! till allied Our hearts by her pervading harmony , We feel the power of love Life's ruling destiny . XXV . If thou hast ...
... pride ! All beauties in that shape beatified , Swelling the whole , make music to the eye , The music of expression ! till allied Our hearts by her pervading harmony , We feel the power of love Life's ruling destiny . XXV . If thou hast ...
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... pride Hears from that tomb an awful voice and guide ! A little dust is all that now remains Of mind which with eternity allied ; Hate galled him living with her bigot chains , The crown of thorns was his , the sages , patriots gains ...
... pride Hears from that tomb an awful voice and guide ! A little dust is all that now remains Of mind which with eternity allied ; Hate galled him living with her bigot chains , The crown of thorns was his , the sages , patriots gains ...
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... untried : Youth's ardour , like its self - love , first must fail , Which mocks at grey experience for his guide , Till ends , as aye , the race of vanity or pride . LII . Behold that Mausoleum so endeared To Florence , 28 MICHAEL ANGELO .
... untried : Youth's ardour , like its self - love , first must fail , Which mocks at grey experience for his guide , Till ends , as aye , the race of vanity or pride . LII . Behold that Mausoleum so endeared To Florence , 28 MICHAEL ANGELO .
Términos y frases comunes
Æneid ages Altar arch of Titus awful azure beautiful Behold beneath blessed bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Caligula CANTO Carthage Cicero Clouds confessed crowned Cuma dared dark death divine dost doth dream dust dwells earth eloquent eternal fame feel felt Florence flowers gaze glory grey hath heart heaven hills hope hour hues human immortal impression inspired Italy life's light Liternum living look Lord Byron majesty marble memory Messalina Michael Angelo mighty mind moral mountains Naples Nature Nature's o'er once Paradise passion Phædo Plato Poet Pompeii pride Ravenna rays repose rise rolled Roman Rome round ruins scene shadows shore shrine sigh silence solitude Sorrento soul spirit spot stamped stand stood sublime Suetonius Tacitus Temple thee thine thou thought throne Tiberius tomb truth Vallombrosa Venetian Venice Virgil Vision Voice wert wild wreck
Pasajes populares
Página 475 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, the fair humanities of old religion, the power, the beauty, and the majesty that had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished : they live no longer in the faith of reason...
Página 463 - So Moses, the servant of the Lord, died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor ; but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
Página 495 - Nothing then was to be heard but the shrieks of women, the screams of children, and the cries of men ; some calling for their children, others for their parents, others for their husbands, and only distinguishing each other by their voices ; one lamenting his own fate...
Página 376 - Millions of spirits for his fault amerced Of heaven, and from eternal splendours flung For his revolt; yet faithful how they stood, Their glory withered : as when heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately growth though bare Stands on the blasted heath.
Página 378 - The earth is a point not only in respect of the heavens above us, but of that heavenly and celestial part within us. That mass of flesh that circumscribes me, limits not my mind. That surface that tells the heavens it hath an end, cannot persuade me I have any.
Página 387 - Thou shalt go upon the lion and the adder ; the young lion and the dragon shalt thou tread under thy feet.
Página 378 - For the world, I count it not an inn, but an hospital ; and a place not to live, but to die in. The world that I regard is myself; it is the microcosm of my own frame that I cast mine eye on; for the other, I use it but like my globe, and turn it round sometimes for my recreation.
Página 495 - ... but the shrieks of women, the screams of children, and the cries of men ; some calling for their children, others for their parents, others for their husbands, and only distinguishing each other by their voices ; one lamenting his own fate, another that of his family ; some wishing to die from the very fear of dying ; some lifting their hands to the gods ; but, the greater part imagining that the last and eternal night was come, which was to destroy the gods and the world together.
Página 378 - ... whilst I study to find how I am a microcosm or little world, I find myself something more than the great. There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements and owes no homage unto the sun.
Página 432 - At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, And stole upon the air...